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I am not really good at summaries. here goes nothing. My family and I moved to Detroit, because we had to move away from our father. We moved into a small home in a dark part of detroit. My mom, being polite introduced herself, while Sofia, with my own car, explored Detroit.
okay, if you have seen gran torino, you know who fong is...well its a love story with him.
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Miraculous PROM by BooksRBetterThanPeople
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, The Prom - Sklar/Beguelin/Martin
03 Jan 2021
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Marc is a teenage boy who just wants to go to prom like anyone else, but the PTA won’t allow it. When four Broadway stars come to Paris, all hell break lose.
This story includes Musical numbers & flashy Dance Breaks
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When the Ink Demon goes on his usual hunt, he spots something peculiar.
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Love and Other Mission Anomalies by t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz)
Fandoms: Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol (2011)
18 Feb 2012
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The first step to solving an anomaly is identifying it.
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hearts all around my feet, don't you ever sweep the street by hito
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
07 Apr 2012
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Kink meme fill. Stiles knows he isn't attractive to gay guys or straight girls. He decides to check in with Derek on the straight dudes thing. Scott wants it known that his only problem with this is that he had to be there to hear it.
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Okay this fic is what's right and decent in the world the end. No, seriously.
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What if Mike's father was the only one who died in the car crash? What if his mother survived? And what happens when one Harvey Specter crashes into his life?
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“Do you want me to get you wet?” Derek asks, low now, like a growl.
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11 Sep 2012
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Derek doesn’t mark down the day they first kiss, but he knows it was spring, because Stiles pulled away, smiling like he was drunk, and thensneezed all over Derek’s shoulder.
He doesn't mark down the first time they fuck, but he holds Stiles for a long time afterwards.
Fucking Stiles is like training the betas. It calms Derek, it gives him focus. It’s a rhythm. He learns the sound of Stiles’ heartbeat and how it changes just before he comes. He listens to the way Stiles forgets to breathe when he feels good. He tastes Stiles’ sweat and come and lets the unfamiliar pull of a bond form.
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Written for the prompt: Scott and/or Jackson come over to see Derek and find Derek and Stiles fucking (the rougher, more animalistic, bitey, knotting, etc the better). Scott/Jackson end up secretly watching them, getting totally turned on and jerking off.
Bonus if Derek is totally aware they're being watched and puts on a show (preferably, with Stiles unaware).
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stepping into his space and ignoring the warnings that were sent out. It made Scott stop for a moment, wondering if the Alpha knew they were here.
"-breed you like a bitch. Hold still."
Derek knelt behind Stiles, fucking him in vicious, barely controlled snaps of his hips.
Derek heard them go, smirking against Stiles' neck when he heard the car doors slam and he engine start up.
sliding a hand up his flank and across his stomach. Just like always, Stiles felt awkward, like he should apologize for not being a girl, for not being able to give Derek the family he so obviously craved.
"Couple more minutes. Almost done." Derek murmured, petting across pale skin marred with the physical signs of his affection.
"I'm beyond done." Stiles muttered. "I'm well done, burnt, charred to a crisp."
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Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.
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13 Sep 2012
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“I figure, there’s no pain for about six feet, then bearable pain up to about ten.”
“It’s like a magical choker chain,” Stiles sighs. “This is theworst.”
Derek just looks at him with that sad fucking Batman my parents are dead look, and just, no.
“Dude, don’t even bring up your tragic backstory here,” Stiles replies. “I’m allowed to be upset about being tied to a pretty rude werewolf.”
“Because you’re a basket of kittens,” Derek says. Stiles is momentarily taken aback that Derek can even think of kittens while looking that grim.
“I am pretty fucking adorable,” Stiles says, because why not.
Derek just shoves him lightly on the shoulder and escorts him back to the car.
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Kissing Stiles is like a breeze through an open window that chases away a smell of fire that never leaves. The first time he tastes surprised and says, Holy shit while his fingers find lips that probably sting a little from Derek’s stubble. It makes Derek laugh and Stiles’ eyes go wide and pleased as if that’s a bigger surprise than the kiss.
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“I’m not doing this while you’re scared out of your mind.”
“I’m not scared,” Stiles says, fast and high, hands fisting in Derek’s shirt so he can’t pull it back over his head. The lie is so loud, Stiles winces. “I mean, I am, clearly. But I want this.” He looks down and worries his lip with his teeth. “So bad.”
“Okay,” Derek says because talking makes it worse. He settles against the headboard and pulls Stiles into his lap, back to chest, breathing deep and calm against him. He lets his hands trace Stiles’ arms even though he’s dying to just touch him all over, to appease the wolf that he is whole and unharmed. When the harsh breaths ease, he allows himself, just a little. He noses Stiles’ hair, trails fingertips over his neck and shoulder. He presses flat palms against Stiles’ chest.
He lets his hand creep up and drag through Stiles’ hair. It’s always so ridiculously soft, it makes the wolf in him yearn for dens and Pack, for pups with the same soft fur. That won’t happen, obviously, but it’s an ache Derek knows will never go away. He doesn’t want it to anyway.
His touch is far too light and far too slow and still Derek is going to go off within minutes. It has never felt like this before, like he’s being given something so precious he feels he has to keep still or it’ll break. Stiles shifts up on his elbow and kisses Derek again and Derek holds on to his biceps, pants in his mouth. “Stiles,” he says again, because he can’t hold on, he needs to come.
“Shit,” Stiles says afterwards, still in Derek’s lap and they’re both sweaty. The car reeks of sex. “Some day I’d like to actually get to enjoy this instead of going off like a rocket whenever you just look at me right.”
Stiles has his head buried against Derek’s shoulder so he allows himself to grin, pleased as punch, his eyes glowing red with possession when he catches his own gaze in the rearview mirror. Mine, he thinks, mine. “You will,” he says instead, “I’ll show you how.”
“I will. But I’m fine. I’m always fine when I’m with you.”
And just like that, Derek slides in all the way, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest.
“I want this forever,” Stiles says, as if he knows that’s the question Derek wants to ask most but never will. Derek says nothing, just smiles because he can’t help it and Stiles beams at him, knowing exactly what that means.
Derek can’t promise forever, not with hunters out there and Kanima, and god knows what. But he can promise that there will never be anyone else.
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Derek is Scott's older brother. Stiles is Scott's best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.
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24 Sep 2012
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~~Best Story Every~~
“Mom, you just have to look in a mirror to see my eyes,” Stiles said. “We have the same eyes.”
“You’re a teenager! I knew you were deep down inside!”
"Besides, if you were the last man on Earth I would become a lesbian so I wouldn’t have to marry you.”
“I’d like you to say that a week from today when you look like Cousin Itt.”
“That’s my best friend! That’s my best friend and he just beat all of your asses!”
it’s nice and secluded so you can make passionate love to your jailbait boyfriend while being as loud as you like.”
“Derek, I’m not looking at those tests until you agree to be the godfather of my unborn child.”
“I’m not babysitting,” Derek said. “The lake is a five minute walk from the house, someone could have drowned for all I know.”
“That’s the spirit, Derek,” she said.“If you weren’t pregnant I would shove you off of me,”
“Are you insane?” he asked. “Natural birth? You want to give birth to a baby without drugs? You do realize that a baby is going to come crawling out of your vagina, don’t you?”
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Stiles and Laura meet shortly after she returns to Beacon Hills.
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“Is there something wrong?” Laura asked, noticing that Stiles was just grinning at her now. “Or are you just shy?”
“What?” Stiles asked, appearing to snap out of whatever daze he had been in. “Me, shy? No, no I’m not shy at all. I just wasn’t expecting someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” she said, trying (and probably failing) to keep the humor out of her voice.
“Yeah, someone who’s so beautiful.”
Oh God he was perfect for Derek. They were both huge dorks who probably couldn’t pick up a woman to save their life. She couldn’t wait for Derek to come back to Beacon Hills and properly meet his mate.
All humor aside, Laura knew that he was there be accident though.
“I’m guessing you have the wrong apartment,” she said.
“Unless you’re hiding an overly sweaty high school student in there who doesn’t want to help me with this Chemistry project.”
“No, I don’t think I am.”
“Well, maybe you can tell me where the Greenberg family lives?” he asked, looking almost identical to a hopeful puppy.
“Sorry, I just moved back to Beacon Hills a week ago,” she said.
“Oh, well, sorry to have bothered you,” Stiles said, backing away from the doorframe.
“It was no bother.”
Stiles nodded and turned around, heading back down the hallway. Laura knew that over the next few months they would probably be getting to know each other, but she still didn’t want to end the conversation like that. She also had the feeling that something big was going to happen soon and if anything happened to Stiles she knew that Derek would be completely crushed.
“Stiles, be careful, okay?” she called out to him.
He turned back around and gave her a grin. “I always am.”
She watched him head back down the hallway and didn’t close her apartment door until he slipped through the metal doors of the elevator. Laura debated whether to call Derek and tell him about her encounter, but decided against it. It would be something nice to surprise him with when he got into town in a few days.
~So Cute~~
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AU – Set months after the end of Season 2 Stiles’ life had spiralled out of control to the point where it was easier on everyone around him if he just left, he tried to find a place that was werewolf free, except it turns out there are more werewolves in the world than you’d think, and he’s still the damn Omega. But it’s hard to out run your past, especially when it comes hunting you. Begins end of October of Stiles’ Junior year.
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27 Sep 2012
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~~So didn't know what I was getting in to reading this but man it was AMAZING kinda OOC but I really loved peter and stiles!~~
Zoning out I ignore the finger broaching me, I don’t fight the intrusion that only brings me pain, instead I remember better times.
...this is one of my most peaceful daydreams, I cherish this one so much.
“Hello Stiles,” he greets me politely.
“Stiles,” my dream friend whines, “Be careful, please be careful.”
I think he might be flirting with me, or maybe not, no one flirts with me.
...we sort of enter into a staring contest, I’m not doing it on purpose but my eyes catch his and they really are incredibly blue.
“Thank you,” his voice startles me and I must have said that out loud.his eyes run over me and it’s almost bad touch but he smiles,
Kind of romantic and uber creepy all at the same time.
I’m noticing a theme with Peter, I think his favourite colour is red.
from his tone and insinuating, yet weird inflections, I think I’ve just been called a whore to my face.
“You’re insane,” Marianne’s voice wobbles and she’s trembling, “Absolutely insane.”
“Completely,” Peter agreesI’m not sure whether to be flattered, creeped out, or both.
Peter, the bastard, isn’t phased at all and after a brief look to see what her problem is he ignores her and carries on packing.
“Yes, I suppose you would think it was a crazy cupboard, after all I am insane, and the cupboard is filled with you.”
ordinarily I don’t share but he’s my future husband so I’ll share, but only with him.
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The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?
Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.
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~~Really Good~~
Scott had become a lot of things in the last year, but he still saw too much good in the world. He still thought that the heroes always won. That good always won out over evil.
“What do we say to the god of death,” Stiles would have intoned, if he were awake, and also completely alone. Scott had no appreciation for the finer things in life, and the finer things in this case being Game of Thrones.
They won’t let me go home, I just want to go home.
I just want to be normal again.
But then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked…
When Uncle Ben said “with great power comes great responsibility,” he should have added a caveat. “With the tiniest bit of good news comes a whole shit pile of pain.”
And then, right before the pain got really bad, he saw the word ‘horny’ and he couldn’t help himself. He pointed to himself, and Mrs. McCall snorted and slaps him on the arm.
He’d taught Stiles shut up on the first day, because honestly, it must have been driving him crazy not to say that a thousand times a day. Stiles was even generous and taught his dad and Scott. It was literally the only sign that Scott picked up, and every time he did it he beamed like he’d gone potty all by himself for the first time or something. So of course he used it all the time like the potato he was.
It’s a funny story, the one about how Stiles found out he could understand speech again. It involved a lot of loud voices, yelling, and coming downstairs to find his father standing in the foyer with his gun drawn.
Actually, no, there was one way. He shot up from the table, flipped Derek the finger and stormed out of the room.
Stop calling me that, Stiles signed once they were back in the Camaro. Pain in the ass had become Derek’s sign of choice whenever he was referring to Stiles. Stiles was the only one who didn’t think it was hilarious.
I’m pretty sure I’d be the one taking advantage of you, Stiles thought to himself, but didn’t share with the rest of the class. Because, let’s face it. Seventeen year old boy. Sex god. The possibilities were endless. But that didn’t mean that Stiles wasn’t going to try them all out, one at a time.
Between one instant and the next, the world flipped on its axis. The heat at his back was a frozen wasteland. He was blinded by the darkness and terrified of the light. He smelled waterfalls and airplanes and heard a thousand song birds hungry for the day. He floated and fell and screamed out a name. Just one name.
“DEREK!”
“You’re lucky I don’t borrow your dad’s cuffs and keep you chained to me,” he growled.
K-I-N-K-Y, Stiles signed back with a wan grin.
“Oh my god,” Derek vented in frustration. “You’re supposed to be some sort of advisor, so advise him that this is his stupidest idea yet. And trust me, he’s had plenty of stupid ideas before.”
Stiles gave him the finger. Deaton gave him a cheery smile laced with a fuck you smugness. Stiles was beginning to understand what Scott saw in him. Deaton was the badass offspring of Santa Clause and Medea from the Tyler Perry movies, helpful and charming and yet there was a sharp undercurrent of dark humor hidden under the surface.
Stiles wasn’t nearly as good. Definitely not even close. Scott cared about other people, his heart was bigger than his head by far. He was noble and empathic and good-natured. Stiles didn’t need to be a werewolf to know what untapped aggression was like. How rage could spiral out of control.
Maybe that was why he had tried so hard to maintain the connection with Allison. He could understand that darkness. Her mother’s death had rocked her so hard she’d fallen off her path and onto something much nastier. And Stiles recognized that there was the same potential inside him, too.
“I’m going to tear that psychopath apart and then I’m going to lock you in your room for the rest of your life,” he growled in response.
Kinky, Stiles signed, because of course he’d had to figure out how to sign that word eventually.
Stiles smiled. “Shhh,” he whispered, soothing like. “Don’t speak.” The words came to him naturally, like he had been waiting for just these particular circumstances before the word would untangle in his throat.
Never mind the fact that Derek was a total cuddle slut, just like Stiles had always suspected.
“I heard you, twice that night. At the factory, and then later at the school. And then yesterday when you woke up. Come on, Stiles. I know that you’re scared but you can do this.” And then he was pleading. “Just for me, okay? Just for us.”
“It’s okay, Stiles. You’re okay now. Shhh. I’ve got you. Shhh. Don’t speak.”
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“Here,” Derek pulled Stiles’ red hood over his head and leaned down far too close to his personal space, “Pretend like we’re just making out. Maybe he’ll let us off with a warning.”
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“Where is your jeep?” Derek turned and looked carefully over Stiles, who threw his arms up.
“I don’t even know where WE are! How am I supposed to locate my car?”
“Derek, what?” Stiles said, shifting more to face him. If something was wrong, he wanted to know.
“I just… wanted…”Derek sighed and then leaned forward, down, brushing his lips over Stiles. Stiles didn’t really think, he just reacted. He put his hand up and rested in on Dereks shoulder, gripping hard when Derek pressed more into it. It didn’t really register that they were kissing until Dereks tongue was trailing over his and he had his hands raking through the soft black hair.
Oh.
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This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.
Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.
Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.
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Everyone starts running, pushing and screaming. Everyone but Stiles, who stays there, completely petrified.
The beast-man seems to notice him and his bright yellow eyes pin him with such pure hatred, even a nine year old who knows nothing about life understands something is terribly wrong with that person.Stiles is fifteen and co-founder of the pro-wolf group in his school. One day, he arrives to their usual meeting class and finds it trashed and filled with offensive graffiti. He thinks he’s angry, until one of the girls from the group appears with a broken nose, and then he understands what rage is.
After that, he just lets the days go by as he turns twenty in a world where people die every day defending their territory against monsters.
But Stiles doesn’t know who the monsters are supposed to be, anymore.
“Did I ever tell you my uncle has been insisting I take a human slave lately?” Derek looks down at Stiles and smirks. “I think I just found myself one.”“Only Alphas have slaves. It shows their power.”
“So I’m like a trophy wife?” Stiles asks horrified. And why would he even go there? His brain is a weird place sometimes.
“You wish,” Erica snorts.
“Hey, rude!”Stiles admonishes.Chicago is like a fricking apocalyptic movie when they arrive. Stiles kind of expects Will Smith to come running around the next corner, or maybe a horde of zombies to start chasing their car as they drive through ruined streets, past smashed shop windows and burned cars.
“Oh my god,” Stiles freaks out. “I’m going to die because I don’t smell of werewolf drool and you’re being completely unreasonable!”
Stiles holds his head with both hands, looking at Derek in horror. “What is my life? I’m begging for some werewolf drool from the grumpiest son of a bitch ever and he-“"We're not going to the cafeteria,” he says, turning to look at Stiles, who literally beams at him.
“A new place?” Stiles looks about two seconds away from bouncing up and down. His sheer happiness is so unexpected, Derek' breath catches in the back of his throat for a long second.“Why haven’t you had sex yet?” She narrows her eyes. Stiles tries to struggle, but Erica doesn't even budge. “I know you find him attractive," she deadpans. "Don't worry. I understand, I have eyes, too. I've seen him naked. Trust me, I get it. I totally support it, too. Gay sex is hot."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Stiles squeaks. "Are we on hidden camera? Are you on drugs? Was there wolfsbane on the pancakes?"All he can think is mate? Mate? Mate?! Like a fucking mantra of doom. Mates don't exist, that's fairytale bullshit. How could that be? You mate for life? Please, Twilight tried it years ago and it was awful enough as fiction.
“Turns out I’ve become the Katniss Everdeen of the wolf den, which by the way makes you Peeta. I’d say Scott is Gale, but that’d be totally awkward, so yeah, not going there. Anyway,....”
It's something good that Derek seems to be turned on by his running mouth because Stiles can't really change that. And he's come to the conclusion that he really likes a horny Derek.
"It wasn't your fault," Stiles says roughly. "You had just lost your family, I never thought- never blamed you or your sister."
"You blamed yourself instead," Derek says softly, cupping Stiles’ face.
"You blame yourself too,” Stiles whispers.He hasn’t been with anyone for years; sex held no appeal for him. But suddenly Stiles makes everything seem hot and he wants it. All of it. Derek wants to try everything with him. He suspects Stiles doesn’t have a lot of experience, and the idea of being Stiles’ first makes him feel smug.
“I was thinking,” he points out.
“Thinking and Edward Cullening me,” Stiles replies, smug smile plastered on his face. “It’s cool, dude, I understand.”
“You’re ridiculous,”“No, you don’t understand.” Stiles shakes his head. “I’m crazy about him! Totally gone for, it’s pitiful, it’s pathetic, okay? I’m pathetic. And I don’t care. I’m beyond the point of caring. All I want is to be with him and, right now?” He points downstairs. “I’m jealous of that pile of werewolves because I want him all to myself, it’s insane. I miss him all the damn time. So stupid. Shit, the only explanation is that I’m in love with him...” Stiles trails off, realizing what he just said. “God, I just said that, didn’t I?”
John looks oddly a him a moment before looking past him. “And what about you?”
Stiles startles, turning around in an uncoordinated movement.
“I’d die for him,” Derek says simply. “He means... everything.”“What now?” Derek asks softly, eyes lingering on the horizon.
“Now?” Stiles asks, smile spreading slowly across his face as he holds Derek’s hand. “Now we start over.” -
Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy
Fandoms: The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (2011), Marvel Cinematic Universe
08 Sep 2012
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Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he's learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass.
But it's not just Tony's behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they're willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there's only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn't always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder.
The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…
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"he barely scrapes the top five hundred of this continent. I'm in the top three of the whole world."
"But not the top," Steve says, and smiles with his perfect, even teeth.
Tony narrows his eyes, and tries valiantly to remember that's not a come-on when it comes from Steve. "What did I tell you about coming in my lab just to bitch at me?"
"That I should do it every day?" Steve says, innocently.Steve badly hides a smirk — Tony flirts with anything and everyone, including his AI. One day it's going to rebound badly. Preferably a) with Steve around to see it and b) in a way Steve can fix quickly and easily.
"Okay, you know me. I've rolled with some kinky stuff in the past, but I'm not too fond of the idea of getting hinky where Cage has been sweating all over the place," Tony says. "Don't tell anyone. I wouldn't want my slut reputation marred by my list of places where I refuse to get on down. Agent Fury's bedroom, high on that list."
A smirk slides onto his face. "See, this is where I'd win in a fight that was between you and I. You're on top, but I've still got power over you." Tony leans his head up as much as he can to whisper in Steve's ear. "You can't do a thing to me that I don't want you to." Steve doesn't flinch when Tony leans his back down to the floor, but he wants to.
"Because you're too pretty and you'd break all the cameras?" she deadpans.
Feeling completely helpless, Steve does the only thing he can do. He picks his way through the disaster and works through the pieces of broken stalls and burning tents to the one place in the world he ever wants to be: at Tony's side.
Tony's hands aren't soaked in blood; his hands are drowning in it.
Steve moves his mouth closer, but doesn't kiss Tony, and Tony hates him for a little. Steve's so close that when he speaks, his lips brush Tony's. "Wouldn't you like to know how long I've been thinking about you," Steve pretty much purrs. "Thinking about you in my bed. In my life. You're kind of big on image — picture how good we'd look together."
Tony's always going to be guilty when it comes to Pepper. She's much more understanding. She understands far better than Tony. Tony had no affection when growing up; it was easy for him to mistake trust and admiration and friendship for love.
"He—" Tony starts, and he clenches his hands. He has to say this. He owes it to Bruce. He owes him so much. The truth's merely a start. "He wanted it to have been his child you killed." He snaps it out fast, like ripping off a band-aid. A band-aid covering his open, festering heart. "Because that would mean it was you that took away his chance to be a good father, and not himself."
"I know I messed up—" Tony starts.
"Messed up?" Steve stares at Tony, flint-hard. "You let us think you were dead. What kind of a monster does that?"
"I was trying to protect you," Tony says, and because this cold, resistant Steve is so hard, he adds, cowardly, "all of you."
"And the only way you could think of doing that was by lying to us. Not once. Repeatedly. You faked your death, and then you faked being someone else." Steve pushes into Tony's personal space, without a hint of gentleness. "How are we supposed to trust you after that?""Some things get broke," Tony says, borrowing another Firefly quote with less mirth in it, "can't be fixed."
It's an odd feeling, knowing he'll never get to fight with the Avengers again. Still, it doesn't mean he's out of the game. Iron Man used to be a solo player, and that's what he's good at. Tony never knew how to play with others.
He was fooling himself to think he ever could."I said that?" Tony says, moving his head away from Steve's mouth. "Because I think I said I glove you."
"You glove me," Steve murmurs, chasing him back, brushing a kiss against Tony's jawline that makes him tremble again. "I thought that was called fisting."
"The pottymouth on Captain America," Tony says, pretending to be outraged. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Steve."
"Oh, I plan to do several deep and dirty things to you. They may very well be shameful."
Tony warms from his words, and his mouth feels oddly dry. He doesn't quite know what to do with himself now he's alive and free, and he decides he quite likes that feeling. He definitely likes how it feels to be in love with Captain America. To have Steve return that love.
"Hmm," Tony says, happily, "I think I can live with that."
Steve looks at him askance. "You'd better," he says, meaningfully.The stars are bright, and he thinks he can see the light of the Avengers' quinjet heading their way, but he closes his eyes until the light's nothing more than an illusion against his eyelids, and he focuses on what's definitely real: Steve, in his arms. There. Alive. His.
In the end, nothing is an illusion, and everything is real. -
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Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.
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That, of course, was when the front door opened and all Stiles heard was an infuriated roar of, “What the hell is this?” just as Andy’s pillow shield smacked him in the face and he sent the entire pillow fort crashing to the ground.
“I’m not screaming!” Andy screamed over Stiles’ shoulder, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ shoulders. “I’m shopping!”
That wasn’t the sound of a child sad that they had to stop playing house. That wasn’t the sound of a child accepting that they couldn’t jump on the bed anymore. That was the sound of a child realizing that their father was never going to accept them.
“You built a panic room in the basement? What are you, Bobby Singer?”
“What?”
Of course. Why did Stiles even expect Derek to watch television. It’s not like Supernatural had the best of reviews. There were a lot of werewolves that had voiced their dislike for a poor representation of the lycan community. Stiles didn’t really watch it for anything other than the gay undertones and violence.
Both children were wolfed out to the nines, all claws and fur as they rolled and screamed. Stiles sighed, turning the TV on and heading for the kitchen to let them cry their problems to Dora the Explorer.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Just think of it this way,” Stiles pointed out, handing Andy over, “instead of being everywhere you go, you’ll never have to see me again.”
As much as it pained him to think about it, Stiles would never forget the stricken look on Derek’s face when he hoarsely croaked out, “okay.”
Derek made a pained choking noise and Stiles glanced up from the remote. “You okay, dude?”
“Marry me,” Derek gasped out, just as Stiles hit the play button.
This time, when Derek pulled away, he pressed their foreheads together. “Please stay,” he breathed, eyes closing and taking in a deep breath, “please stay forever.”
Nothing could have prepared Stiles--no amount of wishing and daydreaming and hoping could have ever prepared him to hear those words. He choked, sobbing out a laugh and nodding tightly, “yeah,” he chuckled, “jesus, Derek, yes I’ll fucking stay. You jackass--how the fu--”
Derek kissed the curses right from his mouth,
“Yeah, dude. You totally turned into one of those pornos where the dad bones the babysitter.”
“Better than the porn about the lonely cat guy who works at a veterinary clinic. Wait. They don’t have one. Because your life sucks too much to make into a porno.”
Scott made an affronted noise, pulling onto the main road. “I feel like you’re insulting my cats.”
“That’s what you got from that?”
“You’re the best, pops,” Stiles grinned, “seriously. I love you, like, more than I love video games.”
“That’s a helluva lot, son. You sure about that?”
“Harsh.”
“I think you’re gonna break my dick,” he whined.
“You’ll heal,” Derek muttered,
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“I’m not surprised,” Derek huffs. It’s not even with exertion, it’s just out of annoyance which is his default setting since the anger one passed. Stiles calls it his Six Stages of Stiles: Anger, Annoyance, Bargaining (for him to go away), Acceptance (because he never does), Like and Love. He’s not found anyone who has reached the final stage yet, not counting his dad because he’s got no choice, apart from maybe Scott. But Stiles is an optimistic guy, he fears for his life on a weekly basis and still wants to get up in the morning, so yeah. One day there will be love. And sex marathons. Hopefully.
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Okay, yeah, so maybe eating a gigantic bag of Cheetos while functioning as a weight on Derek’s back during his daily marathon of push-ups is asking for it. Stiles wouldn’t know really, the only marathons he takes part in involve televisions, MMORPG’s or sleep. Stiles hopes to include a sex marathon in there one day –– that’s exercise right? –– but so far, no luck.
Derek’s right in his face, as if he’s halfway through another push-up, opening his mouth to say something but ends up wrinkling his nose. “You stink.”
“I smell delicious,” Stiles says, sucking the last of the cheese off his cheeto-fingers. “Now are you going to do more push-ups or do I need to sit on you again.”
Derek doesn’t say anything, just straightens his arms and comes back down again, nearly nose to nose with Stiles. He stays there for a second and then is gone again.
“You still thinking about that sex-marathon?” Derek ask on his way down.
Maybe not so lucky.
“Um, yes,” Stiles says like it’s a question. Derek stills, elbows at a ninety degree angle and he doesn’t even tremble a bit. He just looks at Stiles.
“With that Lydia girl?”
Stiles thinks about that, doesn’t realize it’s a trick question until Derek begins to smile, slow and wicked, like that day he drove off with Erica.
“Look at me,” Derek tells him. It’s a command. Not of the alpha wolf kind, or maybe a little, but it’s something else too. Something that makes Stiles want to obey. So he does. “Never done anything at all?” Derek goes on when Stiles opens his eyes.
He shakes his head.
Derek’s eyes go dark like melting chocolate. “But you want to.” It’s not a question, exactly, but he’s looking for confirmation anyway. Stiles can feel the rumble against his chest again when he bites his lip and nods. Derek hooks a hand under Stiles’ thigh and lifts it, slots himself easily between Stiles’ legs and just lets Stiles take his weight. It’s closer than he’s ever been to anyone before and Stiles makes a slightly embarrassing noise. He can feel the heat of Derek, the hardness of him. It makes him go boneless and his head cracks against the concrete.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you’re eighteen,” Derek says, lowering his weight. Stiles laughs, high and panicky.
It takes Derek forever to come down and Stiles uses the opportunity to shamelessly hug him, because he’s just had sex, oh my god.
“If you dare text Scott you just had sex, I will kill your phone,” Derek says.
“With you teeth?” Stiles asks, trying and failing to surreptitiously push his phone back into his backpocket. Derek doesn’t say anything, but Stiles is pretty sure there’s an eyeroll.
I call bullshit, Stiles wants to say. You’re at least Stage 4, but when he sucks in the breath needed for that, Derek takes the opportunity of his open mouth to slip his tongue inside, and, well, maybe Stiles can just … for the moment … oh. Shut up.
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The pack goes into heat and the only human member of the pack is given two warnings, stay away from them, but more importantly stay away from Jackson. Stiles doesn't listen. This is what happens. Crap summary, hopefully better fic.
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24 Oct 2012
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Never in Stiles’ life did he think his first sexual experience was going to be with Jackson of all people, never in his life did he think he would be the girl, and never in his life did he think that there would be nothing he wanted more than to have Jackson fuck him, because he did, he wanted it, he burned for, like Jackson burned for him.
“How long have you known,” suddenly asked Stiles, Jackson hummed in response to acknowledge he was listening but didn’t understand, “that I was your mate…how long have you known.” Stiles waited for the response, Jackson just sighed loudly before pressing his forehead against the back of Stiles neck.
“I—“
“Don’t lie, I know…about knotting, about what it means…”
“I’ve known for a while…since after my first full moon…since I went full wolf, after Peter taught me. I smelled you once…and it was,” Jackson had a small smile on his face, his eyes were closed as he remembered the first time he really smelled Stiles, the first time his wolf recognized the scent of its mate, it was like…coming home. That was what Stiles smelled like to him, he smelled like home, clean linen sheets, lemon pledge, sugar cookies, chocolate cake, and hope. “…So I’ve known for a while.”They were both sweating and panting and Stiles was moaning, and god, he knew he sound like a bitch in heat, he wondered how Jackson could keep so quite. But Jackson wasn’t quite, he was growling deep and monotone, his skin was flushed pink and he could feel himself going faster and faster.
Soon the slap of Stiles hips meeting Jackson’s round ass echoed through his room. Jackson was bouncing fast up and down and Stiles was meeting him half way. Stiles need, he needed, something—he reached out and wrapped his arms around Jackson and brought him into a searing hot kiss, all spit and teeth, and before he even knew it he came, and so did Jackson, right across Stiles stomach up to his chest.Jackson increased his pace and the power of his thrusts, the headboard banged against the wall behind it and Stiles was moaning loud, he squeezed Jackson’s hands hard, it was all he could do as Jackson fucked him hard. Stiles just wanted to stroke himself, he knew if he touched his dick he would come harder than ever had, but Jackson held his hands just as tight as Stiles held Jackson’s. Finally, Stiles felt the swelling of Jackson knot, felt as it pushed past his ring and then engorge to fullness, and all Stiles could see where the white lights that flashed in front of his eyes as he came. Stiles swears Jackson was howling as he signaled his own orgasm, but that could have just as easily had been the blood rushing in his ears.
As he drifted away he heard Jackson whispering in his ear—I love you, will always love you, so much, I will protect you, be the perfect boyfriend, I’ll change, be a better person, make you so proud, keep you safe, I’ll die for you, without you, I love you.for the first time in a long time he didn’t dream, Stiles didn’t have to create new worlds in his head, perfect worlds where he was happy, he didn’t have to because for the first time in a long time he was, happy.
“Jax, I’m sorry, I really am,” Stiles yawned, he could feel the pull of sleep as he lay safe in Jackson’s arms, “but we’ll be okay,” again he yawned and nuzzled his face into Jackson’s neck, “cause I love you…” Stiles didn’t notice the way Jackson’s heart skipped a beat, the way his eyes widened and his chest clenched.
“Yeah,” replied Jackson, “I love you too.”Stiles felt the hot stinging burn of Lydia’s hand as it made contact with his face.
They were both shocked out of their respective anger, the haze of liquor had made it easy to say those things, sobering up made it much harder to confront them. Lydia was the first one to cave, “I didn’t mean it…”
“I know,” said Sties, they both lied.Stiles continued to run his hands through Jackson’s sweat soaked hair, he didn’t want to lose the comfort of having the boy near him, alive. “You’re my hero, my knight in shining…fur. I was really scared today…” Stiles didn’t want to keep crying, the day had turned into one of the worst days he’d ever had in his life and all he wanted to do was sleep for a week.
“Hey Stiles,” Jackson stretched his hand out, forced Stiles to look at him, Jackson ignored the slow slide of tears that came down Stiles’ face and said, “I’m…still cold.”
Stiles laughed and used the palm of his hands to wipe away the stray tears. That was Jackson code for ‘I want to cuddle’, Stiles knew it well. -
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AU – Set straight after Living Dreams and Nightmares. Stiles and Peter have arrived in Wolf Creek and are starting their new life together, it’s a nice small town, and Stiles hopes everything is going to be fine, after all what could possibly go wrong?
Begins Beginning of November of Stiles’ Junior year.Series
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“Do you have a problem with our sexual orientation?” Peter asks mildly
Oh my god, the Deputy just called me a whore, or as close to a whore as he can.
“Peter you’ll have to go to the try outs but just have a quiet word with her brother, you can wiggle out of it there, he’s used to her so he’ll take pity on you.”
“Are you up for a tiny amount of PDA?”
Stiffening in my arms he actually whines in a pain filled way, “Oh god Peter,” I pet his neck, “It’s okay,” I croon at him, “It’s okay, you don’t have to decide yet, there’s time,
he’s still controlling and utterly creepy but I like hugs and he’s a total cuddle slut, not that I’m ever calling him that to his face.
“Aw crap. How the hell are we supposed to explain that to Peter?”
“STILES!” His shouted groan is startling but the way his pupils are blown wide means it’s a good thing. I reach up and thread my fingers through his far too lush hair bringing his mouth down to mine.
I used to protest I wasn’t a baby but that was before I lost her, I’d give almost anything to be her baby boy again.
Oh god it’s like being drunk and high at the same time and part of me is vaguely worried about the crash that’s gonna happen soon.
I may jump up and down and whoop.
I have had way too much practice cheering for people.Rolling over I refrain from telling him how creepy he is and instead I push to flip him onto his back and snuggle in with my head on his chest. Tucking the covers up I go back to sleep and leave him to his creepy stalker ways.
A cruel smile curves on her technically beautiful face, “Let’s talk about Sacramento and Brad,” she says and my stomach drops further.
And if she’s dead, then I’ll vow to do better after the town has a party over her corpse.
“’Bounce her ass from one side of the basketball court to the other’?” Peter queries.
He’s changing the rules again and we sleep naked, I’m beginning to think he leaves things so I can get comfortable and then he pushes closer to the level he actually wants us at.
“Go sit on the sofa, I’ll let them in and be a good host, then I’ll make us breakfast, something light so it won’t upset your stomach,” he pats my ass and I’m a good little Stiles and go sit down.
“I’m sure,” she beams at him and some tension fades from her, and somehow I end up in the girls’ locker room with Peter and my first naked woman, who’s my friend’s mom, while I’m here with my fiancé, who’s also naked.
How is this my life?
“Mine, all mine, my Stiles, my raven child, mine.”
“Yours,” I murmur and start to run my fingers through his hair. Scratching at his scalp makes him curve into me and rumble at me, it reminds me of a purr and I smile as I pet him, “Mine, my Peter, my wolf,” he whines under his breath and I think this could work, he’s responding to me, listening to me, when he suddenly snarls and he’s glaring over my shoulder with a mouth full of too many sharp teeth.
“Honey,” I’m determined to get him used to a pet name, “What say we lock up and go to bed, I’m so full and sleepy, ‘coz my man made epic Thanksgiving food,” I give him a goofy smile too.
Oh my god, my inner nerd is busting a move right now and shrieking like a maniac.
Damn.
My inner nerd curls up and sobs.
And then Richard floors me when he asks the crowd to welcome Mr Stiles and Peter Stilinski. Because Peter has apparently taken my name and I gape at him, he leans over and whispers, “It does translate from ancient texts as Awesome, why wouldn’t I become a Stilinski?”
“You remembered,” I’m still shocked that he remembers a conversation we had on our road trip.
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"Go pay your birthday present," Jackson interjects. "None of the rest of us wants to stuff it down his thong."
Stiles darts a hopeful look at Danny.
"He's not my type," Danny insists.
"He's everybody's type," Stiles mutters and heads off to find Derek.
Derek freezes. "God—" He lets out a strangled noise when Stiles curls his tongue around his cock.
That doesn't sound like a complaint—and Derek's dick is definitely with the program—so Stiles keeps going. He's been hard since Derek ripped off his uniform or, okay, maybe since he first appeared at the door. Stiles knows he's good at giving head—he's been told—but Derek doesn't grab his ears, doesn't try to fuck his face, doesn't even move. Stiles flicks his gaze up, and Derek is staring down at him, eyes wide and intense. There's something in his expression, this half-starved stray dog look, as if—is it possible that a man as hot as this has been going without? That really doesn't seem very likely.
But the possibility turns Stiles on even more, and he uses every trick he has, does every dirty, filthy thing with his mouth that he can think of. When Derek finally grips the back of his neck and thrusts into his mouth, he feels a decided flash of victory.
"Okay, but first I need to ask: is this a stalking situation?"
"No! I'm the one who keeps running into him."
"I meant you. Are you stalking him? Because whatever the Twilight books might have led you to believe, it isn't romantic, just creepy and kind of pathetic."
"Thanks for the tip, Lydia," he says dryly,
"You're not actually a bad guy, right? It's just that you have the stupidest, most fucked-up sense of humor ever. Is that an accurate summary of the situation?"
Derek shrugs. "I guess you'll have to come upstairs and find out." There's just the barest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"You are such an asshole," Stiles huffs, but he continues on up the walk.
Derek slips an arm around his waist and leans in close, dropping his voice down low. "You realize that 'come upstairs and find out' is exactly the kind of thing a serial killer might say."
"You couldn't have taken it a little easier on my ass? I've got some very important sitting down to do today."
"Good luck with that." If Derek looked any smugger, Stiles would have to throw something at him.
"Your boyfriend isn't nice," Scott protests, with an irritated frown. "He growled at me and Jackson."
Stiles shrugs. "Maybe he doesn't like your faces."
"I ask you to do one thing," Derek says, once they're behind closed doors. "Give me some time. How hard is that?"
"How hard is that? Okay, let's overlook for a moment that you're being an asshole, and I'll tell you how hard it is. My friends staged a fucking intervention. Depending on who you ask, either I'm totally whipped or you're a dick who's just stringing me along."
People talk about your life flashing before your eyes, but all Stiles's thoughts desert him like a flock of birds flying away. There's just the windy rush of air in his lungs and the leaden drumbeat of each second as he waits—
"You didn't nearly—wait." He tilts his head to look at Derek. "I'm a hot piece of college ass?"
"Shh," Derek tells him, with a kiss to the top of his head.
"But—"
"Ask me in the morning."
"M'kay," Stiles says.
Because he can. Because Derek will still be there. That's the most awesome thought to fall asleep to.
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Peter wants to show Derek some of the more unorthodox powers that werewolves can use, especially on humans. Stiles is a convenient test subject.
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No doubt his belief in Peter's comatose state had loosened his tongue. And the irritation in his voice when describing Stiles had been notable, tinged with an edge of grudging admiration that Peter is certain that Derek is unaware of. As unaware as he is of his scent when talking about Stiles, a slight rising musk that speaks of the unwilling urge to hold with his teeth, and press down, and rub.
Judging from the way Derek's scent had been all over Stiles when Peter confronted them in the hospital, Peter is fairly certain that Derek has unknowingly been doing at least the first two. And now it's Peter's job to help him, in his own little way, with the third. Without Derek realizing what exactly is going on. Because after all, what is an Alpha's job, if not to keep his wolves happy and fulfilled and undistracted by tempting boys with wet, open mouths, and attitudes that need adjusting?
Anyway, Peter had found himself sympathizing with Derek after just a few minutes of Stiles. The way his brain had already put together almost everything after just one glance at Peter and his nurse. The hot smell of his skin as his pulse rocketed with fear. The prey-like spread of his limbs as he slid down the wall . . . at Derek's command.
Hmm. That's slightly irritating, now that he comes to think about it. No reason Derek should have all the fun. Tonight's fun is going to serve two purposes: keeping Derek content and undistracted, and demonstrating Peter's complete control over all of them. Including Stiles.
Especially Stiles.Derek looks up at the dark window above them. "Stiles?" he asks, barely more than mouthing it. Peter can hear a quickening in his heartbeat, a small burst of scent as he says the name. Really, Derek? But Peter suppresses his urge to smirk, and simply nods up at the tree outside Stiles's room. Derek cracks his neck briefly, then leaps up into the branches and swings himself over, sliding the unlocked window open and dropping smoothly and silently inside. Peter looks up at him and shakes his head. Exactly how often has Derek been visiting him? It's adorable, in a puppy-dog sort of way, but Peter can't help but be embarrassed for his nephew, pining after a teenager.
"Peter!" Derek hisses, but Stiles is smiling softly and pushing his pants down to join the sheet bunched below his knees. Then he sprawls back, and Derek stops. Stiles's cock is soft, jutting out from his dark curls. The hand from his stomach is now lingering along the hair that goes farther down, and he is scratching absently. The warm smell of him makes even Peter want to lick at him and nuzzle. Derek must be holding himself back with everything he has.
"There's a hand on you, Stiles," he says. A louder moan chokes out of Stiles, and he thrusts up, his cock flushed and now completely hard. A drop of liquid wells up at the tip, bigger and bigger, until it runs down the side. In the chair, Derek swears and yanks down his zipper to wrap a hand around his cock, the smell of his arousal filling the room and mixing with the scents rising off of Stiles. Almost as though he can sense Derek's excitement, or smell it himself, Stiles's cock jerks again, hard. More liquid is gushing from the tip and trickling down between his legs.
"Take your hands off the bed and pull your legs apart," Peter whispers, leaning in to see it as close as possible.
Stiles draws his knees up to his chest and fumbles at the sheet and his pants. Then his hands curl around his legs and he spreads his thighs open wide, sighing as the air hits his hole, slightly damp from the dribble of precome, and his cock slaps wetly against his stomach.
Derek is now working himself in long pulls that sound painful. He whimpers a little, then groans openly: Stiles's hole is clenching and opening as he rocks his body up and down for the friction between his cock and his stomach."It's inside you now, Stiles," Peter says, and Stiles arches up into the air, his mouth dropping open, his hole damp and stretched. Behind him, Derek is starting to come, one hand wrapped firmly at the base of his cock, like he's being held tightly inside Stiles's ass.
"Can you feel it, Stiles?" Peter asks conversationally. "Sliding in and out?"
"Uh-huh," Stiles chokes out as he twists and writhes under an unseen body.
"Good boy," says Peter, and Stiles comes.